Ilona Bush

‘But not yet have we solved the incarnation of…whiteness…is it, that in essence whiteness is not much of a colour as the visible absence of colour, and at the same time the concrete of all colours; is it for these reasons that there is such dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snow – colourless, all-colour atheism from which we shrink?’
– Herman Melville

The vast blankness of the white space creates a void that diminishes the meaning of the space and any perception of its dimensions. It erases previous or associated contexts of any object within it, and therefore perfectly lends itself to giving ordinary objects a context of art. Because of this blankness, this space becomes invisible. It’s there but we fail to see it, although we know we are in it, as we ponder about the objects that occupy this space. The serenity of white glowing walls accentuates the colour and shape of the objects that are placed in it, making them the only visible matter around us. We have explored the notion of invisible art and questioned the necessity of object; however we have failed to question and explore the space and less glamorous tools that create it.